The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 403: Let's get wet in the snow together and grow old together

Ji Wuyuan's gaze slowly moved down and landed on her pair of red, frozen little feet.

He knew she was pretending, but when he saw her pale face and her red feet from the cold, he still felt sorry for her.

Afterwards, Ji Wuyuan walked over without saying a word, picked up Jiang Wantang horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom...

Fei Yu, who was standing outside the hall, was shocked by what he saw.

Their conversation just now...

The Queen must have overheard it, right? How much did she hear?

But Your Majesty didn't ask a single question? Did he really believe what the Empress said?

How much favoritism and indulgence is this?

In the bedroom, the charcoal fire burned vigorously, and the warmth was overwhelming.

Ji Wuyuan gently placed Jiang Wantang on the couch, raised his hands to hold his red, frozen feet and placed them directly on his warm chest, without questioning or blaming him.

Jiang Wantang reacted and her body stiffened slightly. She subconsciously tried to retract her foot, but he held it tighter in his arms.

"do not move."

Just a few words, cold and warning.

Afterwards, he softened unconsciously: "Go to sleep, I'll stay here with you."

After saying that, Ji Wuyuan pulled the quilt over her and carefully covered her with it.

Although his chest was warm, Jiang Wantang felt as if a poisonous snake was wrapped around her ankles, and her whole body was cold.

She closed her eyes and never loosened her clenched hands.

With all his thoughts gone, Jiang Wantang did not become hysterical or lose hope. Instead, he became surprisingly calm.

Ji Wuyuan looked at her with deep eyes, and there was a complex emotion in his eyes that was difficult to understand.

He thought it would be fine after a few days.

Then he could tell her.

He thought that when she no longer wanted to leave and no longer resisted him, he could give her more freedom...

The bedroom was dead silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of the burning charcoal fire.

Ji Wuyuan looked at Jiang Wantang, who was curled up in the quilt, and sighed softly, full of helplessness and deep affection: "Tang'er, what should I do with you?"

He couldn't let go.

But if she doesn't let go...she will hate herself more and more.

It seems that no matter what choice you make, it will be wrong.

The person under the quilt didn't move at all, as if he was really asleep.

Ji Wuyuan placed her warm feet in the quilt, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said in a very soft voice: "Tang'er, tomorrow, you will be the queen of Dasheng, my legitimate wife."

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice filled with a hint of morbid persistence. He said, "We will definitely be together forever, growing old together, right?"

After saying that, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he stood up and walked out.

The person on the couch had trembling eyelashes and clenched her nails.

The next day.

Before daybreak, rows of palace maids and female officials filed into the Taiji Palace and began to help Jiang Wantang get dressed and put on makeup.

Jiang Wantang stood in front of the bronze mirror, spread her arms, and put on the twelve-layer dress one by one. Each layer was embroidered with a different pattern. On the outermost layer, the bright red phoenix robe, the phoenix embroidered with gold thread seemed to be about to spread its wings and fly high in the candlelight.

At daybreak, the palace gates slowly opened, and thousands of armored guards stood in awe on both sides of the palace road, clearing the way...

Thousands of golden armors gleamed with a cold luster in the cold wind, and the long spears in their hands pointed straight to the sky, with majestic momentum.

Officials and ladies in gorgeous clothes filed into the palace from outside the gate.

On the palace road, a red carpet stretches from the palace gate to the front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Palace lanterns are hung high on both sides, and the red lamp tassels sway gently in the breeze. The lanterns are painted with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes, which are lifelike.

Everything you see in the entire palace is festive red.

In Taiji Palace, Jiang Wantang had finished dressing up. She was wearing a phoenix robe with eighteen layers of gold embroidery and a phoenix crown with nine phoenixes holding pearls. She looked bright, flamboyant and beautiful.

After being supported by the palace servants and walking out of Taiji Palace, Jiang Wantang first looked up at the vast sky in the distance.

I looked at it for a long time.

"My Lady, the auspicious time is almost here, you should set off," Mammy reminded softly.

Jiang Wantang withdrew his gaze, stepped onto the phoenix chariot, and slowly walked towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The phoenix chariot was magnificent, and wherever it passed, the palace maids and eunuchs knelt down in worship, and flower petals fluttered in the wind.

In front of the main hall, civil and military officials had already lined up on both sides waiting. They were dressed in court robes, holding jade tablets, and had solemn expressions.

Jiang Wantang looked from afar on the phoenix chariot and saw Ji Wuyuan standing on the white marble steps waiting for him. He was wearing a bright red wedding dress embroidered with golden dragon patterns and a crown with twelve tassels of the emperor on his head. He looked down upon the world with unparalleled momentum.

The phoenix chariot arrived in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Jiang Wantang slowly stepped down from the chariot. Ji Wuyuan walked forward and extended his hand to her with a smile.

Jiang Wantang lowered her head slightly and placed her hand gently on his palm, and their hands were tightly clasped.

"The auspicious time has come!"

The ceremonial officer sang loudly.

As the ceremonial officer finished speaking, thirty-two pairs of bronze Kui-patterned censers were lit at the same time, and dragon-like mist of ambergris rose up.

The sound of chimes came from the direction of the Taimiao. The deep sound startled a group of white-necked jackdaws perched on the glazed tiles.

The sound of ritual music resounded throughout the heavens, with chimes, sheng, and drums interweaving, accompanied by the roar of salutes, echoing in every corner of the palace...

It shocked people's hearts and minds.

Jiang Wantang and Ji Wuyuan held hands tightly and walked side by side towards the ninety-nine white marble steps in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, step by step.

All the ministers knelt and shouted in unison: "Long live His Majesty!"

"The Queen is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

"..."

The shouts were repeated over and over again, and the sound resounded throughout the sky and echoed for a long time.

Xie Zhiyan and Ji Wuwang were hiding in the crowd at this time, watching this scene from afar.

Xie Zhiyan frowned and his expression became serious.

Obviously, Jiang Wantang did not choose to escape according to the route he arranged.

He understood that she didn't want to implicate herself.

But the more this happened, the more Xie Zhiyan worried that she would do something stupid.

With her personality, after something like this happened, there was no way she would obediently marry Ji Wuyuan and become his queen.

Ji Wuwang's gaze was fixed on Jiang Wantang, complex, affectionate, and intense, accompanied by waves of heartache.

He didn't know Jiang Wantang's current situation. He followed her phoenix chariot all the way, just simply wanting to help her little girl get married in style.

Ji Wuwang watched her marry someone else...

He thought that only by watching her live the life she wanted could he comfort himself and feel at ease to withdraw from her life.

In fact, he hated Ji Wuyuan very much, but since his little girl liked him, he had no choice.

At this moment, snowflakes began to fall from the sky...

Ji Wuwang raised his hand to cover his aching heart, looking at the falling snow and the red figure, with a tiny light flickering in his eyes.

He thought to himself: Atang, now that we are drenched in the snow together, can we also be considered to be growing old together in this life...

Then he closed his eyes tightly, and his eyelids were deep red.

After a long while, Ji Wuwang whispered, "Have you delivered the gift for her?"

Shi Lin took a step forward and whispered, "Master, don't worry, I've sent it over."

(Aside, my dears, the next chapter will be the scene where the tyrant dies in the introduction)